Food Trek Racing
Anabelle and I had breakfast
together, nursing Minecraft hangovers and getting ready for the day’s big
event.
Grandma met us at the
theater, because Star Trek has always been a multigenerational thing in our
family. We all had a fantastic time
watching the new franchise stand firmly on its own, flowing naturally from the
past of the show instead of leaning on it or recreating it.
It was the best of the
new ones, which is significant praise.
Later events prompted
running to the mall for lunch.
The timing of those
later events also prompted looking at the line for the good but excessively
slow sushi place and saying, “Not today.”
I took Anabelle for her
lunch pretzel, before going back to the food court and grabbing a sandwich for
myself.
We went home to get
ready for her Girl Scout pool party.
Embarrassingly we
reached the point that I taped the end of Chopped,
even though she didn’t care about it.
Those shows are
addictive.
She had mountains of fun
with the gang of scouts in the pool. She and her best friend were the last ones out,
and her mother and I practically had to dredge them out with the skimmer net to
get them to go home.
There was a bit more
cooking shows (which I can’t blame her for anymore) before her nightly
collapse, and my nightly exercise and collapse.
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